This is a dark tale that came from my experience.

One day my Dad came home early from the building site that he was working on.

There had been an accident.

A neighbour, a small friendly man I hardly knew, had been killed.

A large pre-cast concrete panel had slipped, overturned, and crushed him flat.

Near to our home in Arden, on the outskirts of Glasgow, there was the abandoned Ordnance Factory.

The tale is, thankfully, is fiction, straight from the Muse.